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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Slick Rick to the disco 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Scion,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.