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 South Africa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.