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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.