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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Technova,
The Cure,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.