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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Mars,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.