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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Quantec 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Nico,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.