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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.