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 Vietnam and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the dance 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Japan,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.