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 Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.