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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Shoche 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.