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 Togo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.