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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.