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 Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Scion,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.