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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.