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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Misunderstood to the techno 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.