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 Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.