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 Syria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.