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 the UAE and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.