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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.