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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Monks,
Organ,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Wings,
The Fall,
Pagans,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Television,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.