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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.