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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.