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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pere Ubu to the dance 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.