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 Bhutan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 The Black Dice to the grime 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.