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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 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 Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.