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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Television,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.