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 Colombia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the punk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Index,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.