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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Gong,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Slave,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.