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 Barbados and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.