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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
UT,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Cymande,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.