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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.