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 Papua New Guinea 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.