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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.