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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Scott Walker to the crunk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.