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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Quantec,
New Order,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.