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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.