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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.