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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hoover to the crunk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.