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 Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.