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 Montenegro 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Von Mondo 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.