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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Smog,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.