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 Colombia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.