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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.