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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Swans,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.