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 Malta and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.