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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Suicide,
Urselle,
CMW,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.