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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.