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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 ABBA 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
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,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
the Association,
EPMD,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Franke,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.