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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.