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 Oman and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the punk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 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?
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.