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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Kas Product,
10cc,
The New Christs,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.