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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.