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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran 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?
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.