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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Q65,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.