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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.