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 Angola and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the punk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.