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 Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.