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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the grime 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.