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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Red Krayola to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.