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 the UAE and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.