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 Qatar and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.