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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.