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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Prince Buster to the rock 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.