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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Fuzztones to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
the Association,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.