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 Mexico and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Urselle,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.