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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Monks,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.