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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Selecter to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.