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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.