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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.