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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gap Band to the crunk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Gong,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.