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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.