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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Television Personalities to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.