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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dirtbombs to the dance 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.