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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.