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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Görl to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 808 and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Aswad,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.