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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.