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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Monks,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.