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 South Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mandrill to the grunge 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.