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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Mars,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.