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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.