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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 linndrum 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.