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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.