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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
June Days,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.