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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.