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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.