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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.