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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.