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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.