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 Peru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the grime 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.