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 Yemen and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
PIL,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.