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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 the Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Swans,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.