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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.