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 Mali and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.