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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.