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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.