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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.