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 Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.