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 France and from Seoul.
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 Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.