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 Greece and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.