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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Index 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.