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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Chrome 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.