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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 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 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.