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 Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.