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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.