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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Von Mondo to the grunge 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.