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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.