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 Somalia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.