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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.