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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.