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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Television Personalities to the funk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.