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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Slave,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.