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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 R.M.O. to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.