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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.