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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.