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 Bhutan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.