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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.