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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.