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 Belgium and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.