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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.