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 Tuvalu 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.