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 Dominica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Al Stewart to the grime 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.