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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
10cc,
X-102,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.