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 Liberia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.