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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.