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 China and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.