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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Cymande,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.