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 Israel and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.