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 Nauru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.