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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.