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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.