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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The Gap Band to the dance 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.