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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Wake to the rap 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.