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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.