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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Television,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Visage,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
cv313,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.