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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.