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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Fear,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.