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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
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 clarinet 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 Young Marble Giants 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Brick,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
New Order,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.