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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.