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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.