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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Faust,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.