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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 In Retrospect 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.