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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.