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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Brick,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
X-101,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.