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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.