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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.