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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.