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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.