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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.