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 Albania and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Chrome to the techno 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.