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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 J.B.'s to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.