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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.