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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Prince Buster to the jazz 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.