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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.