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 Belize and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Section 25,
AZ,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
the Association,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.