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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.