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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.