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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the techno 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.