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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.