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 Mali and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.