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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.