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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.