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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.