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 Antigua and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.