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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Wire,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.