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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Görl to the grunge 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.