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 Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.