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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.