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 Romania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Gang Starr to the funk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.