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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.