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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.