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 Russia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.