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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.