Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Visage. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Slave,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.