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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Television,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.