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 Argentina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Neil Young to the electroclash 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
CMW,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.