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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wire to the punk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.