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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.