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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.