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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.