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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Symarip,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.