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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.