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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.