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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.