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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Visage 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.