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 Slovakia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Delta 5 to the punk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.