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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Subhumans to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.