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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.