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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Roxette,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.