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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.