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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.