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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Interpol,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.