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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.