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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the rock 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.