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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.