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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.