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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.