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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.