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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.