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 Nepal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.