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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.