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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 The Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.