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 Cyprus 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 E-Dancer to the jazz 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.