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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.