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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.