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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Q65,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.