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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.