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 Zambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.