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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Livin' Joy to the funk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.