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 Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.