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 Uganda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.