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 United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.