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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.