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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.