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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.