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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.