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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Nas,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.