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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.