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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.