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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Harmonia to the grunge 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Swans,
Flipper,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.