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 Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
MDC,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.