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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.