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 Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.