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 Russia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.