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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Visage to the techno 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
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.