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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Human League to the crunk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 güiro and a linndrum 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.