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 Portugal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.