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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.