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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.