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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.