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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.