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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.