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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.