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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.