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 Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Monks to the techno 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
New Order,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
The Sound,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.