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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.