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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.