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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 CMW to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.