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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.