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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Colin Newman 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Gong,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.