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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.