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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Carl Craig to the grime 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.