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 Cyprus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Swans,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.