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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.