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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Warren Ellis 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Slave,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.