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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.