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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.