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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.