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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a theremin 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.