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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
the Association,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus 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.