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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eurythmics to the funk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.