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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.