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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Surgeon to the grunge 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Crime,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.