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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
UT,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.