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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.