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 Gambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.