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 Togo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge 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 Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Monks,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.