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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.