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 Egypt and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.