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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.