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 Netherlands 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Boz Scaggs 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Wings,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.