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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.