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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Can,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.