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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.