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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.