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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.