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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Faust,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.