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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
MC5,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.