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 Niger and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 E-Dancer to the disco 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.