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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.