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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.