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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Sparks,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.