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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.