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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Jandek,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
cv313,
Gong,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.