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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.