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 Romania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.