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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Joy Division,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.