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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
X-101,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.