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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
X-102,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.