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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
JFA,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.