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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.