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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.