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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.