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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Fear,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Nas,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Inner City,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.