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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 The Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
ABC,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.