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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Todd Terry 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.