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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.