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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.