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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.