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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.