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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.