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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Moebius,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.