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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
New Order,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.