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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.