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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.