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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.