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 France and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.