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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Can,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.