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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.