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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Black Pus to the grunge 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.