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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.