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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
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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.