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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the rock 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.