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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.