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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.