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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.