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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.