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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Faust,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.