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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 jazz 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Ludus,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.