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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.