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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.