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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Leaves to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.