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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.