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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
The Names,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.