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 Maldives and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.