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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.