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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Sparks,
PIL,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.