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 Croatia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.