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 Dominica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.