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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Sixth Finger to the rap 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a snare 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.