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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.