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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 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 Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.