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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Whodini,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.