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 East Timor and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.