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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.