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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Rotary Connection to the grime 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
New Order,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.