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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.