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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.