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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Thompson Twins to the punk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.