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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aural Exciters to the techno 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Swans,
The Index,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.