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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Zapp to the dance 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 The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 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?
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.