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 Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.