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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.