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 Netherlands 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.