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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.