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 Philippines and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.