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 Gambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.