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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox 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?
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Nas,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.