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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.