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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.