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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Scion,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.