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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.