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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.