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 Peru and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Television,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.