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 Cuba and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.