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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Black Dice to the grime 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a snare 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.