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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.