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 Bulgaria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.