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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the dance 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.