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 Ethiopia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.