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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.