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 Laos and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.