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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Index,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.