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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.