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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Schoolly D to the funk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.