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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the techno 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
The Gories,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.