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 Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.