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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Crime,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.