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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
The Martian,
Make Up,
The Motions,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.