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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Public Enemy 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Cameo,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.