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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.