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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
MDC,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.