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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.