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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.