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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the crunk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
The Sound,
The Move,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.