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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.