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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.