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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Todd Terry to the grime 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.