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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.