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 Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.