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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Q65,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.