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 Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.