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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.