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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 EPMD to the grunge 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.