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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.