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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Faust,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.