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 Honduras and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.