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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Echospace,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Wire,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.