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 Albania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the grime 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.