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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Lyres,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.