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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.