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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.