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 Nauru 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.