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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Television,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren 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.