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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.