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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.