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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.