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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.