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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
MDC,
Franke,
Dark Day,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.