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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.