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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.