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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.