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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
The Move,
Faust,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.