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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.