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 Finland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.