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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.