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 Sweden and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.