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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
the Association,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.