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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Faust,
X-102,
Rekid,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.