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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the punk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Moebius,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.