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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.