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 Comoros and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.