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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.