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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Scion,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.