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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s 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 The Real Kids 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?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.