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 Lesotho and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Matthew Halsall 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.