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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Fear,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.