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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Television,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.