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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.