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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.