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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the disco 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.