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 Malta 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pantytec to the dance 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Liliput,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.