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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Graham Central Station to the grime 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.