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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the punk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.