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 Suriname and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.