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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.