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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.