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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.