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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.