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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Franke,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.