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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.