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 Honduras and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.