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 Dominica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.