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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 crunk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.