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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.