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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.