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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis to the dance 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 marimba and an organ 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.