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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.