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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.