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 Norway and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.