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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.