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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Scion,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.