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 the UAE and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 punk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Zapp,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.