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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
cv313,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.