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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.