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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doors to the grunge 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.