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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the grime 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.