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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.