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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cal Tjader 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
DNA,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.