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 Barbados and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Reagan Youth to the funk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.