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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.