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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Franke,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.