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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cramps 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Suicide,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.