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 France and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.