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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.