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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.