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 Yemen and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Can,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.