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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.