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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.