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 Burundi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Monks,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.