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 Cyprus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 rhodes and a guitar 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Index,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.