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 Norway and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.