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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.