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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.