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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.