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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Organ to the electroclash 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.