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 San Marino and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the rock 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.