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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Magma to the grunge 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.