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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
UT,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.