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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.