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 the UAE and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 H. Thieme to the techno 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions 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?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.