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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.