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 East Timor and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.