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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.