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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Urselle,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.