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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the crunk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.