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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.