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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.