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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.