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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.