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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.