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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.