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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.