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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.