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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.