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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Japan,
Crime,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Television,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.