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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Skaos,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.