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 Malta and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Con Funk Shun 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.