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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Brick,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.