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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
The Evens,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.