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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.