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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Cluster to the rock 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Gong,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Swans,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.