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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.