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 Israel and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.