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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Toni Rubio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.