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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 U.S. Maple to the grime 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
The Names,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.