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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the techno 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.