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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.