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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.