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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Delta 5 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.