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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the dance 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.