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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Misunderstood to the dance 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.