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 Fiji and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.