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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Television,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.