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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.