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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.