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 St Lucia and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oblivians to the grime 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Japan,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.