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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.