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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Toni Rubio to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.