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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.