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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.