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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.