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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 The Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar 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 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 Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Roxette,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Inner City,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.