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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 theremin 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Nico,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.