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 Seychelles 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 a-ha to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.