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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.