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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Magazine,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
The Cure,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.