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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.