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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.