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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
The Slits,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.