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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the crunk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.