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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.