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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.